For those of you who know about this trip and gave me no sympathy the past few days, and wished that you could go on this trip…I would gladly trade places with you right now. In order to buy a plane ticket from Atlanta to Honolulu with only about 5 days notice, and not spend VenueQuests entire travel budget for the year in one shot, I turned to Expedia’s ability to link together otherwise unconnected airlines and prepare a ticket based on the lowest priced segments available. So, in my quest to get from Atlanta to Honolulu, I first stopped in Phoenix which was acceptable. But from there, I flew to Maui, which is where I am now. In about an hour, I will board another flight to the island of Molokai for yet another layover, and then finally board the last leg to Honolulu. I left my house almost 15 hours ago, and really don’t even want to think about how long this whole flight itinerary will take.
Why am I suddenly going to Honolulu? VenueQuest has a business opportunity to provide more lodging management for the Navy, and before moving forward with that, I need to inspect the hotels that are in line to provide the lodging. There was a serious quality problem with the last hotel we set their people up in because it was not inspected prior to booking and I don’t want that to happen again. So, my inaugural trip back into the travel world is a doozy.
Maybe I will learn a little more this week, but I have struggled in the past with understanding why people in the eastern United States vacation in Hawaii. This place is a pain in the ass to get to. And for those of you who travel to Asia, you must have super butts. I should stop this, I sound old and cranky, and I am probably risking having our travel agency license revoked by speaking poorly against Hawaii travel. But honestly, you can reach most places in the Caribbean within about 4 hours from the eastern U.S. Is Ka’anapali better than St. Lucia? I don’t know…I guess more research is needed.
Normally I would be really excited about these little connecting flights between the islands because they are only about 20 minutes each and probably provide excellent sightseeing, however, I am still in the terminal and it is already completely dark outside. At best I will see the flames from tiki torches along the beach in front of the big resorts. However, when the end of the day comes, and every minute between now and then, I am grateful for the simple fact that I am doing this. 30 days ago I had recently left the hospital and was still feeling like a lump of dog poo. And I am mindful of two friends who are in hospital rooms at this moment, dealing with their own blood cancers and I desperately wish for their full recovery so that they too may resume a life of complaining about trivial things like flight layovers.